The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Antoine got up about half an hour earlier than usual, but instead of feeling drowsy, he was extraordinarily clear-headed.

Even last night at the Moulin Rouge last night, he persisted for an extra minute. For a man of his age, without the help of medicine, the time can be increased by 50%, which is a rare breakthrough.

When he woke up in the morning, he rang the brass bell beside the bed, and soon there were maids and housekeepers to take care of everything for him. By the time he went downstairs, breakfast was already on the dining table.

Because of his excitement, he even turned on his own pneumatic gramophone for the first time.

"A beautiful morning, isn't it?"

He opened the window and said to his housekeeper with a smile, "The weather is getting warmer, tell Ram, it's time to start signing the purchase contract for rose petals."

The extraction of rose essential oil requires a lot of petals. Before, his business was greatly affected by the murder case. Now that the haze in his heart has been swept away, Antoine felt that it was time to cheer up.

"Sir, this is the Liam Morning News that just arrived."

The housekeeper thoughtfully brought a stack of newspapers, Antoine took a sip of milk and unfolded the newspapers in his hand.

Reading the newspaper at breakfast, although this kind of behavior will be scorned by the nobles, but it is a special experience for a businessman like Antoine.

Recently, several women were attacked. Fortunately, they only lost some belongings and were not attacked personally.

"Those guys in the police station are getting more and more over the top. If I can become a city councillor, I must slam them hard."

Antoine complained, thinking that today's sausages were extraordinarily delicious.

"Go and prepare the carriage. The court will start at nine o'clock. I hope to be there a little earlier. Poor Sigmund must have been scolded by Lawrence yesterday. I have to give him some comfort."

While giving instructions, the perfumer opened the second page of the newspaper, and then a line of conspicuous writing entered his eyes without warning.

"Due to insufficient evidence, the Perfume Workshop murder case is temporarily not accepted, the trial is cancelled, and the suspect Lawrence Skind is temporarily released!"

Bang!

In surprise, Antoine stood up abruptly, the fat on his stomach pulled the tablecloth, and the milk cup on the table was knocked over by him.

"gentlemen……"

The servants and the butler came after hearing the sound.

"Ridiculous!"

"Lawrence is the murderer, he is the **** murderer! This should all end!"

"Not enough evidence?"

"How could there be insufficient evidence?"

"Knives and clothes are in his room. He must have killed people. Are these police officers filled with fish soup?"

Faces flashed across his mind, and finally the greedy young man remained.

"Prepare the carriage, prepare the carriage immediately, send someone to help me contact Officer Lenny, and ask Ram to come over immediately, I want to know where that Sigmund is now?!"

The fat on his body trembled, and Antoine roared out these words.

But after a while, he noticed that the housekeeper beside him was standing there with a stiff face, holding the newspaper picked up from the ground in his hand.

"What are you doing, carriage, **** carriage, get ready!"

"First... sir!"

The housekeeper swallowed, "I think you should read this message."

"What information?" Antoine almost rudely pulled over the newspaper, and then a line of large characters came into view.

"The Secret Behind - Perfume Murder, Antoine Perrio's Dirty!"

"I'm Sigmund Skinder, the son of Lawrence, the perfume murder suspect, and I've been unfairly treated and coerced recently because of my father."

Things have to start a few days ago...

The fat on Antoine's cheeks trembled as he endured his anger and read the report word for word.

"I don't know what happened, but Mr. Antoine refused to help me. I think what he said made sense. It is indeed not in line with the terms of the contract to pay the money now."

He said that a criminal was not entitled to that money, and that if Lawrence died, the money would have to be used to pay for the damage caused by the incident.

But then a condition he mentioned made me feel very strange.

Every line of words on the newspaper teased Antoine's nerves, the veins on his hands burst out, and the edge of the newspaper was torn by him.

"Mr. Antoine said he could give me a sum of money on the condition that I persuade Lawrence to give up his rights and make a formal statement afterwards. I don't understand the logic."

"God, why does this happen, why does he expect Lawrence to die immediately, is there any secret?"

"My head is so confusing, I can't figure out the reason, but as a son, I know that I can't do this, no matter how much money he gives, even if he bullies and oppresses me..."

"It even made me receive death threats for it."

"But I won't give in. That's my relative. Let me betray my relative for a little money?"

"No, no, I refuse!"

Reading these words, Antoine seemed to have the smiling face of the young man in front of Antoine's eyes.

"Shit!"

"This despicable, shameless...how dare he? How dare he treat me like this?!"

The perfumer raised his head suddenly, "You all heard it that day, you heard what the young man said with your own ears!"

The housekeeper did not dare to meet Antoine's eyes, and lowered his head cautiously.

"He said it's more money!"

"That greedy blood-sucking worm extorted a hundred and fifty gold pounds in my room, but now? He told everyone in the newspaper that he didn't take a single copper coin!"

"Damn it, isn't the carriage ready yet? Take me to the police station immediately." The two accidents made Antoine extremely annoyed, and he still couldn't figure out the connection.

Lawrence's release may be a coincidence, but that despicable Sigmund is teasing himself and trampling on his dignity.

Pushing away the chair, Antoine strode forward, but the next second he felt a whirlwind ~www.novelmt.com~ heard the butler's call.

Before fainting, an inexplicable thought popped into Antoine's mind.

"Last night at the Moulin Rouge, I shouldn't have asked for a second time..."

I don't know how long it took, the buzzing sound echoed in his brain, Antoine opened his eyes tiredly, and found himself half-leaning on the bed, next to a middle-aged man who looked like a doctor was talking to the housekeeper.

"It's not a big deal, but you need to pay attention to moderation. If you need it, I can provide you with a special medicine..."

"I don't need it!" Antoine interrupted the doctor roughly, "Pay him to leave, and prepare a carriage..."

"But your body."

"Go and prepare the carriage!"

Antoine gave an order, but at this moment there was a noise outside the door. The butler got up and walked in worriedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir..." The housekeeper took a deep breath and hesitated.

"The reporters from the newspapers came to the door?"

"No, it's Miss Rila. When you were in a coma just now, Miss Rila ran out."

"What?" Antoine sat up abruptly, regardless of the dizziness in his head.

"Where did she go, hurry up and send someone to look for her!"

"Ram found her." The housekeeper looked hesitant.

"Ram?"

Antoine was stunned. The only task he assigned to Ram was to follow a certain young man.

Sure enough, the next second the butler gave an answer that made him extremely devastated.

"Miss Rila is with that Sigmund..."

Everything in front of him was swallowed up by darkness, Antoine twitched and lost consciousness again.

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